The Team of Time-Traveling, Crime Fighting Ninjas

This is a story I am writing for my friend Meg.

Once upon a time in the land of Rexburg, Idaho, there lived a beautiful, talented young percussionist named Meg McKellar. She had extremely curly hair and brown eyes and loved to goof off and be awesome. One day, Meg was assigned a fifteen page story which she procrastinated on. It was due at 11:59 on February 13th, and she wasn't ready. She was instead writing Google+ messages to her friend Olivia.
She realized at that moment that if someone was writing a story about what she was doing at that moment it might not be very exciting. And if her teacher read it she might get in trouble for procrastinating, and we certainly can't have that! Meg decided to make a huge and sudden change in her life so as to make a better story for whoever was writing it. She figured it would probably be Olivia, the girl she was talking to on Google+, and that if she didn't do something exciting right then Olivia would make up some fantastical story about her that wasn't even accurate! She might even add an underlying message about "Meg, just buckle down and do it you'll be fine I promise"! We certainly can't have that, either.
She sprang into action. 
Meg ran to her closet, rummaging through her normal clothes, her church clothes, and her pajamas, until she finally found it- her squirrel suit! She hurriedly changed into it. Whew! It was really fuzzy and hot! Meg didn't mind, though, because now she looked like a squirrel with her usual human head. It was awesome.
Meg reached into the pocket of her squirrel suit* and pulled out a walkie talkie. She turned it on and said, "Cheese."
The other members of her team dropped whatever they were doing and ran to Meg's house. The first to arrive was Emily Derricott, code name Memily. She was wearing her pajamas and only had one hand with the nails painted. In the other hand she held a walkie talkie like Meg's.
"This had better be good," she said. "I was watching Downton Abbey."
Meg grinned. "Oh, I think it'll be great." she said. "It has to be, because if it isn't, Olivia will write something absolutely ridiculous in the place of this really cool thing we're about to do!"
Memily looked a bit confused.
"Olivia's probably writing my story." Meg said, as if that should clear it up. Memily nodded, but still looked as if she didn't completely understand.
"I forgot my costume." she whined.
"Memily, they're not costumes!" Meg exclaimed. "They're uniforms."
"But... but... they don't even match! How can they be uniforms if they don't even match? That's not..."
Meg hugged Memily to calm her down. "Whatever, Mem. I know it doesn't make sense, but we are a team of time-traveling, crime fighting ninjas and I'm wearing a squirrel suit."
"That's true." Memily said. "And your squirrel suit is awesome, but it smells like oranges. Is it supposed to?"
Meg shrugged. "I don't think it came like that, but oranges do smell good, so I don't mind." she replied.
Just then, the next member of their time traveling crime fighting ninja team arrived. It was Lillian Tietjen, code name Irving. She had changed into her superhero costume already. She looked like Isabella from Phineas and Ferb, but with hair like Sonic the Hedgehog. She had Meg's old bedazzled purse, inside which was her walkie talkie. "Hey, girls!" she said in her annoying voice. They all burst out laughing. "What are we doing today, Meg?" she asked in her normal voice, which was actually a very nice one.
Meg thought about this a moment. "I don't actually know." she said. "I haven't decided yet."
"But it'll be good." Memily added. "If it isn't good, Olivia will make up something absurd and inaccurate." they said simultaneously.
"Okay..." Irving said, still confused.
Their walkie talkies crackled and they heard the rest of the team give lame excuses of why they couldn't come help them.
"Slackers." Meg, Memily, and Irving replied. They then flew into the air and fought thieving raccoons and pandas for three hours until the space police finally arrived and arrested them. The raccoons and pandas, not the girls. The girls then traveled back in time to three hours and fifteen minutes earlier, back to whatever they were doing before- in this case, procrastinating an essay that was due at 11:59, watching Downton Abbey, and being annoyed by various younger siblings. 



*added after a run-in with a tall, skinny man with fantastic hair and a screwdriver and a ginger woman who were shouting about whether or not a wedding dress should have pockets. Meg decided pockets actually were quite useful and would be much more sensible than carrying a bedazzled purse everywhere, even though the purse was quite attractive with her squirrel suit. 


The End.


You're welcome, Meg.